Georgina could never keep still for five seconds,
her restless hands were always fidgeting or her feet shuffling,
or she was twisting in her chair
or shaking back a loose untidy lock that had escaped from her ribbon.
Georgina often did her hair without the aid of a looking-glass,
but when she happened to use one the reflection of her own face gave her little cause for satisfaction.
“I’m plain, and there’s no blinking the fact,” she confessed to herself.
“Winnie says I’m variable, and I can look nice when I smile, but I’m afraid no one would trouble to look at me twice.